A Christmas movie for people who think Christmas doesn't have enough existential dread. A Christmas tree ornament is brought to life by a tear of joy and experiences generations of Christmases. Sound cute? It isn't.

-The main character is insufferable. Sounding like Putt-Putt minus the complexity, he annoys everybody by announcing "My name's Noel, and I have a happiness!" Yes, "A happiness." It's never corrected. There's also the weird affection kids have for him, even though he's the most generic red ball ornament you could find. They even kiss him! What kid kisses Christmas ornaments, even ones they like?! Even the other ornaments on the tree (they're alive too even though they didn't get that tear of happiness, so much for Noel being special) are annoyed by him.

-The annoying tendency to call every concept "the thing called _____". Once or twice early in the movie would've worked because Noel is supposed to be innocent and learning about the world, but they never stop! It's like the movie was written by Fawful, except it's not funny!

-The story is downright nihilistic. Noel gets to watch the Christmas tree that was nice to him get thrown out, then get stuffed back in the attic, followed by several others. The kids who loved him so much grew up and moved away without actually getting names or developing relationships with him, and are never seen again, while the parents grow old and die. The house is just forgotten for decades until another family moves in, with a new ornament-kissing kid who also has no name or character beyond really liking this ornament for some reason. Noel gets put back on the tree, but the other ornaments are thrown out to their apparent death as they beg to be put back on the tree. Noel himself breaks shortly after, but it's okay, he's just shed his mortal coil and become one with happiness, spreading his dark influence around the world. Happy...Holidays?

Even Charlton Heston as the narrator can't make this movie work.

Phelous review here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T7YbWcXMAg